24 Aug 07
Robert Burns. I thought all his poetry was, you know, quite straight-laced. Until i found this one in a book of comic verse...
Lament him, Mauchline husbands a',
He aften did assist ye;
For had ye staid whole weeks awa',
Your wives they ne'er had miss'd ye!
Ye Mauchline bairns, as on ye pass
To school in bands thegither;
O tread ye lightly on his grass,
Perhaps he was your faither.
'Epitaph On A Wag In Mauchline' - Robert Burns
24 Aug 07
It is I, you women-I make my way,
I am stern,acrid,large,undissuable-but I love you,
I do not hurt youany more than is necessary for you,
I pour the stuff to start Sons and daughters fit for These States-I press with my slow rude muscle,
I brace myself effectually-I listen to no entreaties,
I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long accumulated within me.
--Walt Whitman
24 Aug 07
Originally posted by MathurineThe lively sparks that issue from those eyes,
[b]Thomas Wyatt (1503-1542)
is pretty f______ amazing[/b]
Against the which there vaileth no
defence,
Have pierced my heart, and done it none offence,
With quaking pleasure more than once or twice.
Was never man could any thing devise,
Sunbeams to turn with so great vehemence
To daze man's sight, as by their bright presence
Dazed am I ; much like unto the guise
Of one stricken with dint of lightning,
Blind with the stroke, and cying1 here and there :
So call I for help, I not2 when nor where,
The pain of my fall patiently bearing :
For straight after the blaze, as is no wonder,
Of deadly noise hear I the fearful thunder.
---excellent stuff
24 Aug 07
Originally posted by geniusBurns was a rascal: none of his poetry is strait-laced.
Robert Burns. I thought all his poetry was, you know, quite straight-laced. Until i found this one in a book of comic verse...
Lament him, Mauchline husbands a',
He aften did assist ye;
For had ye staid whole weeks awa',
Your wives they ne'er had miss'd ye!
Ye Mauchline bairns, as on ye pass
To school in bands thegither;
O tread ye lightly on his grass,
Perhaps he was your faither.
'Epitaph On A Wag In Mauchline' - Robert Burns
I think people who try to convert poetry into a quantity that can be compared are missing out on a truer/madder/deeper poetic sentiment.
24 Aug 07
Originally posted by Bosse de NageΜῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος
Homer, you morons.
οὐλομένην, ἣ μυρί᾽ Ἀχαιοῖς ἄλγε᾽ ἔθηκε,
πολλὰς δ᾽ ἰφθίμους ψυχὰς Ἄϊδι προΐαψεν
ἡρώων, αὐτοὺς δὲ ἑλώρια τεῦχε κύνεσσιν
οἰωνοῖσί τε πᾶσι, Διὸς δ᾽ ἐτελείετο βουλή,
ἐξ οὗ δὴ τὰ πρῶτα διαστήτην ἐρίσαντε
Ἀτρεΐδης τε ἄναξ ἀνδρῶν καὶ δῖος Ἀχιλλεύς.
24 Aug 07
Originally posted by NordlysNow that's what I call poetry.
Μῆνιν ἄειδε θεὰ Πηληϊάδεω Ἀχιλῆος
οὐλομένην, ἣ μυρί᾽ Ἀχαιοῖς ἄλγε& ...[text shortened]... #954;αὶ δῖος Ἀχιλλεύς.